Revenge Of The War God Poem by Timothy Long

Mice and men will fly, that second life came broken and dry, a man whos achievements screamed a second try, only to be left for once again die, so many can be in the way, death seemed soft to those he made pay, a new path to underlay, new beings out to play, in the crypt, those nightmares still plague my psyche, like the soberness of the words out your lips, time isn't real, everything is invented, how long will he last? Those hazel eyes follow every move you make, the burning embers will last a little longer, the hands of fate can't destroy him, the sisters of order can't control him, appreciated by all, the ghost of his past, even revenge faded out still haunts the blood on his clean hands, its an ailment of a contract to glory, the mind in part is responsible for what it does, his final strikes never seemed any bitter nor like a better place, its a fairy tale trying to catch up to the world, letting go of the idea of no tomorrow, even though I say, what a happy tragedy, are you the king of nothing? a ghost is becoming a revenge over and over, shown to him...its never to late.